I Got A Promotion (Metaphorically Speaking)
If you have no idea what the title of this post means please feel free to go back and read this entry about promotions that life tends to dish out. I'll let you be the judge on whether you want to keep reading or not---trust me, I've x-ed out of several blogs once I knew what was coming.
This is one of those posts where I have so much to say that nothing comes out. A post that I've been eagerly waiting to write yet struggle to articulate how I feel and sound somewhat literate in the process. I'll allow myself this one entry to be raw and blunt.
We did our embryo transfer in May and it worked.
I am one week shy of making the halfway mark, twenty weeks, and to be completely honest with you, I feel 95% the same as I did the last time I published a blog entry. Something completely shifted when we received the positive beta test confirming a successful transfer. I clammed up and wanted to keep the news a secret. It wasn't like we were keeping it a secret for our own selfish agenda, it was more of a "oh wow, this is going to hurt so many of my friends". Beth Forbus, our fearful leader of Sarah's Laughter, has always said that our babies deserve to be celebrated. She is absolutely correct BUT infertility has a tendency to pull at your heartstrings no matter how excited you are.
I could write a ridiculously long post on Survivor's Guilt but I will save that for another day.
With all of that being said, I promise we are super pumped about February 2017!
Helpful hint: when wearing a lovely hair net, make sure to push it back to your hairline for a better picture. Unless you want to look like a lunch lady---if that is the case then proceed as I did.
We have our anatomy scan next week to make sure all parts are present and working properly. It will be the first ultrasound in 8 weeks so I'm really, really excited to see the changes!
I know there are several of you that have been praying for us during our infertility journey and I can't express how much I appreciate it. Please don't stop. One thing I ask is that you include my sweet friends that are still struggling to get to this point. As excited as I am for us, I am just as heartbroken for them as they grieve and patiently wait for this day to get here.
God is good, y'all.